Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
The Motions,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.